Kindle Notes & Highlights
He sounds like the type of guy who’s cautious enough to use a pay phone when he calls a working girl.
This is so typical. Whenever I’m annoyed with Allison, she tries to distract me with her problems.
It’s an occupational hazard, showering four times a day: My hair has to look great for work, yet I’m constantly in danger of wrecking it . . . Catch-22!
Yeah, I’ll bet she would! For a thousand dollars, who wouldn’t? But the point is, your word’s not worth much if you say yes to everything that looks financially appealing. Or easy.
the attractive girl who (having learned that lesson) seeks out pretty friends so she won’t have to deal with another woman’s jealousy raging out of control—it’s easier to manage your own insecurities, after all.
but where looks are concerned, ours is a bond between equals.
Funny how every call girl I know ends up with a certain type of regular.
When you blacklist a client, he’s not supposed to know about it.
“But most of your clients are, essentially, straight guys and they understand. Don’t they?” “Y-yes. Pretty much.”
If I can keep track of my clients’ stories, why can’t my shrink keep track of mine?
no idea what I do for a living. She doesn’t think about how other people make ends meet. You know the type.”
Miranda’s downtown existence is entirely subsidized by Uncle Gregory,
She never asks how I get by because she’s never had to get by.
“More like . . . a successful fraud.
“Maybe,” she proposed, “your ‘corporate sponsor’ appreciates a side of you that is real, but it’s not the complete
you. That’s not the same thing as being a fraud.”
was there a responsible adult in the shop who understands “garter belt”?
Sheer stockings, like a girl’s lubrication, should simply materialize, out of the erotic ether.
Some fetishists are so easy to shop for. Others must wait.
You plan for bread-and-butter guys, cultivate them, seek them out. But you never plan to have a favorite john.
Yes, paying cash for major cosmetic work leaves a major trail, if you’re being audited for undeclared income.)
And Jack didn’t just tell him about Allison. He told the IRS how they had been introduced—about the other girls she worked with, like me and Eileen, and he ended up providing Tom Winters with a list of private call girls on the East Side.
Why are all your friends either in trouble or causing trouble?”
“What have you done?” he demanded. For the first time, I was forced to consider just what Allison, in fact, had on me. We’ve been trading customers for five, maybe six, years. She knows my boyfriend. We’ve had dinner with each other’s families. She’s the only working girl I’ve ever introduced to my mom or my cousin, and yet she’s the most unstable.
Tom Winters, the IRS agent, who was also asking people about my furniture and my clients and looking for a weak link in my life.
flea—has been her meal ticket. And not just with men! Allie’s the kind of girl madams adore because she’s too disorganized to steal their customers.
Professional call girls regard her as harmless competition.
“Please, Allison’s so kinky she’d fucking love it, having to turn tricks to pay off some evil blackmailer. Wasn’t she claiming to be a sex addict last summer? This is right up her alley!”
“Allie. A john who shows up without an appointment is a stalker. Even if—especially if—he’s carrying your favorite flowers.
Every girl has a favorite john, and who this guy is tells you a lot about the girl.
Allison’s favorite? A spineless weasel who married into a real estate family, who ratted on us all to the IRS because he was afraid his rich wife would find out about his midday excursions to call girls.
“You’re blaming the victim. That IRS agent threatened to ruin his life! You’re not being fair to him.”
“He blabbed to the IRS about us—and now they have every reason to think they can come back for more.
What kind of man ‘protects his family’ by turning himself into a sitting duck?”
What if he gets subpoenaed? Every conversation, every transaction you have increases the risk.”
My sheepish voice trailed off into a maze of denial. I tried not to think about the sin I was committing. Spilling one best friend’s secret (against her specific wishes) to another best friend! Is there a special place in hell? I hope there’s a waiting list.
The sweet alcoholic potion was doing its job, morphing into a weird elixir of self-justification, smoothing out my wrinkled conscience.
When a girl is leaving town or retiring, you might buy her book. But how often does a good book become available?
They have an endless supply of new guys (obtained at great risk), but private girls and reputable madams don’t work with them.
A private girl braves the slow months to preserve the quality of her book, her contacts—her way of life.
If you’re pretending to litehook, then it’s different—you’re not really a litehook!
Never take your existing customers for granted.
A hooker’s accessories should radiate discretion. Power. Sexual maturity.”
“Christ. Having all hundreds is almost as devastating as having no cash at all!”
some of my clients are so jaded that nothing normal turns them on anymore.
I’ve probably been in bed with more women than he
has. It boggles the mind. Ev...
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When I’m seeing other guys—for money—I’m better in bed, too. I know it.
Different names are handy because so many clients have the same name.
This is like having Caller ID software implanted in your forehead.
